Tuesday, 26 August 2014

// the nature of romance

A couple of days ago, I had what some byproducts of popular culture might call a ‘Carrie Bradshaw moment’. I was walking along Elizabeth Street, eating a delicious pesto chicken and avocado sandwich, when a twenty-something man approached me. Yes, you read correctly, someone of the OPPOSITE GENDER stopped me in the street to ask for my number.

Since this encounter (which ended in me giving the attractive man my number), I’ve been turning the scenario into a scene of SATC in my head, the romanticism proving to overcome my feminist values. It also got me thinking about a paper I wrote last semester, on the - mostly negative - gender stereotypes promoted by Sex and the City.

The nature of my imagination only confirms my original thoughts: that SATC has played a massive role in how we perceive dating culture. And while Carrie Bradshaw’s mentality seems to be a popular one at the moment, it’s probably not okay. Not just because it continues to purport negative stereotypes, but also because it has created a mindset in which we turn things into something they aren’t, because that’s how we think they should be. For example, when I think about this scene as part of a SATC episode, Carrie is small and sort-of timid, and the guy who stops her is tall and strong. I can’t help but picture it like that, even though in reality it doesn’t ring true.

I didn’t choose to reimagine this scenario in a dominant-male subordinate-female setting, but the fact I did automatically is saying something. Now, I’m not trying to say that romance is an evil concept created by men in order to control women, just that the general idea about what romance is, should probably change.

Side Note: I wrote this whilst procrastinating getting ready for a date with stop-me-in-the-street-guy, sitting in bed wearing grey sweats. How very, very unromantic of me.

Monday, 25 August 2014

I'm Just a Girl // No Doubt

I’m going to be honest, the past 24 hours have been relatively shitty. It all began yesterday eve, when I was making my way to my regular bar with a spring in my step. I thought: I look good, I’m comfy as fuck, and hell, that guy I’m into might even be there. He was.

I was sitting outside with my sister when he approached the table, only to practically ignore me and talk solely to her. I was little confused. Had we not a few days prior had philosophical conversations about life? Had we never spent that drug-fuelled night making out with each other and watching the sunrise, sans sleep? Admittedly that was six months ago, but I thought we were, if nothing else, friends. Maybe I was alone on that consensus.

Needles to say, it seems some wires got crossed along the way and I ended up very drunk sitting opposite him at a table with a girl attached to his arm. I continued to attempt to drink away my sorrows while another older and much more run-down looking man tried to chat me up (unless this, too, was just very poor judgment on my behalf).

After the guy I once had a crush on left (parting ways with armpit girl), I lasted another half an hour, before throwing myself in a taxi. That night I dreamt I owned an orange Lamborghini and met Jennifer Lawrence at Woolworths.

The shittiness continued the next morning, when I decided that, actually, my hair is very dry and that’s why I get dandruff and that maybe an oil treatment before a day of uni/work is a brilliant idea. It wasn’t, and still isn’t as I sit in bed with awkwardly greasy tresses, and a stubbornness that allows for a maximum of one shower each day.

I downed a coffee once I got to school- in an attempt to smother my sorrows in sweet, sweet caffeinated energy. I then decided that a spicy lentil-and-spinach-filled vegan lunch was exactly what my sensitive, already sort-of full and hung-over stomach needed. About two hours later my stomach was making sounds that can only be likened to quiet baby elephant farts (or at least, what I imagine they sound like). This would have been O.K. had I not been in the middle of a lecture. The only solution was to sit it out, pretend it wasn’t happening, and hope that the very attractive guy to my right didn’t remember this sorry occasion next time he was looking for a seat.

The rest of my afternoon was a relatively straightforward strain of shitty. I made a mess trying to eat chickpea curry (yet more spicy food, what was I thinking!?!?!?) using only my hands and bathore bread. Because of this lengthy process I was then ten minutes late to work, which is possibly the least shitty thing that happened, as I work at a pharmacy earning minimum wage (let’s just say more than $12.80 an hour).

At work the Indian food reached my stomach. It quickly progressed to my large intestine, where it manifested into hours of that bloated feeling and, well, gas. Clocking off was my high point for the day.

But, friends, the shittiness didn’t end there. No, the final and probably most shitty scenario happened while I was on my way home, and at the end of my tether. I was sitting on a crowded tram, and noticed the grey-haired woman who just boarded was carrying a few large bags. Naturally, I offered her my seat. She turned to face me and, lo and behold, she couldn’t have been older than fourty-five.

It turns out she was actually very youthful, and was very shocked. She looked at me, with one eyebrow raised, and laughed. She then proceeded to pull facial expressions of discuss to the man on her right. I realized that my own embarrassment didn’t really matter so much, and felt mostly bad for unintentionally dishing out such an insult. I VERY awkwardly apologized, and the woman moved further down the tram. To top it off, when I told my sixteen-year-old cousin this truly embarrassing encounter, within five minutes she’d told me how weird I was. That tram ride was definitely the lowest of low points.

Now I’m going to sleep, and in the morning I’m going to shampoo my hair, twice. I’m also going to avoid all spicy foods for twenty-four hours, and probably be late to work again in the dismal hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ll get fired (although in reality that’d be truly shitty because this is an expensive student lifestyle I lead). •

Sunday, 8 September 2013

masculine x feminine

Alexander Wang SS14. Need I say more? Well, yes. So I've been diggin' the whole 90s reincarnation, and dammit, Wang must have been reading my mind. In this collection Wang has reached a sort-of equilibrium between masculine straight-cut lines and classic femininity. Props to you, Alexander Wang.

Photos from Fashionology

Thursday, 22 August 2013

new bright things

Hey y'all, so these past few months I've been insanely busy. Going away, trial exams and just school in general have been consuming every spare moment like an excessively round boy consuming copious amounts of chocolate cake. AKA in a relentless and greedy manner. So now I have a relatively laid-back 6 weeks ahead of me while I prepare for my final exams, hopefully I'll have time to put something on here...

With moving out of home to *gasp* the big smoke, I feel like I should really pursue this, and hopefully broaden it to not only fashion but aspects of life in general. I would really love to do some photography of concerts, restaurant experiences etc. The idea doing laps in my head is this: why not show life as it is? I know that there is a lot of interest in the luxurious lives of the big international bloggers, who give us an insight into staying at five-star hotels and gourmet restaurants, but what about everyday live in a metropolis? Going to art galleries, that groovy (and cheap) Italian restaurant you discovered or the band you saw at the local pub on the weekend? 

I guess for so long I've been reading, studying and looking up to the lavish and refined blogs, which don't get me wrong I do adore, but at the same time I haven't yet discovered (so feel free to link one) a blog that just shows life as it is, the raw and not always perfect underbelly.

I think that's the reason why I was so quickly hooked on Camilla from Into the Fold as she so obviously has her own opinion on fashion and doesn't try to hide it. She is modest yet at the same time displays a lot of confidence.

Okay, so finally to the outfit. This is what I wore to a school performing arts showcase, a recital I suppose. I chose this flowing black dress because it creates a nice line on stage, and the gold chain to add something to my typical repertoire of well, black. I'm not sure if it's shown through so far but I would say that 50% of my clothes are in fact black as it's just so damn versatile.

Adios amigos x

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Beached up Minimal

Beached up Minimal

Okay so I'm totally obesessed with polyvore. I think what I like most is that you're able to play with different styles and designers that you wouldn't normally be able to. Like this outfit, I don't know if I'd ever wear Givenchy to the beach, but it would look pretty awesome, yeah? Right now I'm trying to channel summer colours, it is winter down under (cue overly Aussie accent). Oranges and cobalt blues seem to be drawing my attention,, as well more out-there clothing. I've discovered that I have the habit of dressing for others/my surroundings, I'm going to try and wear more of what I want to wear, and try to think less about what others will think of me. I mean let's face it, no one can truely say that they dress for themselves alone. At the same time however, what you wear does reflect on your personality tonnes, I think that my style changes all the time, and I'm also a person who loves change. So I guess whilst getting dressed in the morning you should ask yourself: 'Do I like this outfit?' 'Does this outfit portray the kind of person I want to be?' and when asking 'Will other people hate it?' your answer should be 'I couldn't care less.'

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Alright, I'm on Polyvore

Lilac, White, Minimal
Okay, so for a while I've been meaning to check out Polyvore, I see it everywhere and use it to find clothes, but I've never ventured any further (cue shocked expression). So basically, my first thoughts whilst creating this first [collage?] [moodboard?] [idek], were 'where have I been?' 'why have I not been here?' and 'how do I do it?', the latter most frequently. It's coming into winter in Australia, hey it might even BE winter, which means slightly colder weather, constantly cracked lips and freezing knees. However, during the day the sun still shines, so there isn't really much need to rug up too often. So this outfit is simply, and 'icy', to replicate the icy nights of Australia, and I think the white may be my subconscious wishing it also snowed here.
Okay, so because this Polyvore business is so darn easy, and I don't even have to get out of bed to make a post, expect less cobwebs and more posts from now on.